Good Morning Sunshine!

A crisp morning, my muscles ache.
The Fog surrounds me and mirrors my mind.
Inspiration is hard to find.
Perhaps it will break through the fog with the sun.
The potential is here, a concept to replace the fear
the ideas are so very near. A faint light begins to appear.................goodmorning sunshine!

Monica Yocom 2006

You mean more

Sometime life gets so crazy
I just wanna be lazy
I just wanna be lazy
Right here in your arms.

If you could only hear me
You don’t have to fear me.
I mean you no harm.


Not talking bout wrong or right…
Getting into a fight…
You mean more to me than that.


Lets sit and watch them worry
Cause were in no hurry and your all I see

I’d like to get to know you and I wanna show you
Whats inside of me.

Not talking bout wrong or right…
Getting into a fight…
You mean more to me than that.


Copyright 2004 Monica Yocom

Let go

Thought you needed a lover, I think you need a friend
This is a new beginning not another dead end
You don’t have to be alone
Don’t have to do it on you own.

And this broken heart can heal if you open up and feel
And let go…
Let go..

Thought that you were lonely…take a look around
There are people out there who’ll pick you up when you’re feeling down

And this broken heart can heal if you open up and feel
And let go…
Let go..

Copyright Monica Yocom 2004

Look of a Broken heart

This is what a broken heart looks like. This is what it’s like to have to fight for your love.
Well, that Bitch drove you away so I guess you never had the strength to stay.

But look at me I’m making a scene..and I guess you ran away with the green that I never wanted anyway,
But that’s o.k….I’ll get along without you and forget these things that you do.
I’ll get along without you learn to give my love to someone new. I’ll get along without you and forgive myself for leaving you.;
This is what a broken heart looks like. This is what it’s like to have to fight for your love.

Copyright 2003 Monica Yocom

In this perfect world

Who lives in this perfect world of yours where everything goes as planned?

And who lives in this perfect world of yours where everything’s on demand?

Well I know I’m not perfect either…
Would you like to see me cry?

And I know I’m not perfect either..
I just don’t want to live a lie.
Who lives in this perfect world of yours?
It’s hard to understand.

Who lives in this perfect world of yours
Where nobody lends a hand.

Well I know I’m not perfect either…
Would you like to see me cry?

And I know I’m not perfect either..
I just don’t want to live a lie.

I need someone

I need someone that I can depend on.
I need someone who will be there for me.

If you should need someone to depend on.
I want you to know…I will be there for you.

Did you know that I take your words to heart?
Did you know that they give me hope apart from all the trouble in my life
From all the things that bring me strife?

Please don’t let me down.


I need someone that I can depend on.
I need someone who will be there for me.

If you should need someone to depend on.
I want you to know…I will be there for you.

Let your feelings flow

Too Nervous to sing to tired to dance
Too much over to understand
Too risky to chance


Well you’ve gotta take a chance to live and you’ve gotta plant a seed to grow
If you really wanna live this life than your gonna have to let your feelings flow.

Take a look all around there’s beauty everywhere
People laughing, loving life
You too can be there

But you’ve gotta take a chance to live and you’ve gotta plant a seed to grow
If you really wanna live this life than your gonna have to let your feelings flow.

Copyright 2002 Monica Yocom

Deciding

Deciding to go
Deciding to stay
Deciding what to keep
Deciding what to give away

Go on Go on and do what makes you happy
Go on go on and do what make you cry.

Decide to be on time
Decide to be late
Deciding to love
Deciding to hate


Go on Go on and do what makes you happy
Go on go on and do what make you cry.

Copyright Monica Yocom 2005

Some Men

There are those men, some men, who do love women but only when their asses are tight, their skin is clear and bright and the moon is just right.
This is the time when they please them and woo them the things that they’ll do then just to touch and to screw them.


They drool and they oogle and pull out their chairs and give them long stares, they’ll turn their heads while they’re walking with you, out with the old in with the new…

…it’s what some men do.

Now time soon passes, it is natures way, Dumb turns to Wise and Blonde turns to grey. Skin sags and stretches in funny ways, wandering men lose their syrupy gaze. Some men are nearing the end of their days.

My love, don’t be one of those “some men”.
Love me because I am your friend. Know that my wrinkles are just a disguise. Please, see my heart when you look in my eyes. See me as special and my soul will soar. Let me know I’m the one you adore, for love never ages it merely seasons and love never asks for excuses or reasons. Some men are special sincere and true…

…what kind of man are you?

-Monica Yocom. 2005

Menstrual Moni

To menstrual moni…nothing is funny
Check out the look in her eyes.

To menstrual moni all that you say is probably nothing but lies

She’ll tie all your words up into knots and just when you think your insane…

Menstrual moni will say she’s sorry….

‘til next month comes again.

copyright 2005 Monica Yocom

The Difference

Wanting what is right, high cost to fight.
Living what is wrong for so very long…
…Can we tell the difference anymore?

Now we must begin to wonder
Who is the enemy that puts us under?
Is the one who spreads the fear
Far away or very near?

It seems the lines are mighty thin
Between what is lose and what is win.

But why be strong when you can justify the wrong…
…as victims pile up at your door?

Try to throw them weak excuses..
Call their spade an ace or deuces..
Now discredit all they do
For they too are weak like you…
…but aren’t we still at war?

-Monica Yocom.2005

LowDown

As long as it makes you feel secure…
…try ganging up on me.

As long as you get wealthier…
…who cares what else you’ll be?

As long as it goes uncovered…
…go on and tell a lie.

As long as things are working…
…why bother asking why?

As long as we have rainbows…
…why not dismiss the rain?…

As long as there is mercy…
…why stop inflicting pain?


As long as you have allies
…who cares about being my friend?


As long as your ass is covered …
…who cares which way you bend?

-Monica Yocom. 2005

Letters from the Latrine

Writing on the bathroom stall him plus her and her plus all

The guys she knew and always wanted…the girls he’d had and proudly flaunted

Who cares? Not me! I never knew.. Why he and she were truly through.

Writing on the bathroom stall…how pointless, immature this game.

Oh my gosh! I see my name! I never knew that guy…I swear! We never did that anywhere!

Well…I’ll have to show that unknown name that two can surely play this game!

Copyright 1989 Monica Yocom

Because you are my friend

It is natural to love you, because you are my daughter.
It is easy to love you, because you are my friend.

Copyright 2000 Monica Yocom.

What am I good for?

Do you love me?
Yes I do.
But what of all you’ve put me through?
If I hurt you it was nothing. It is just the way I am.
If I love you how will I know that you will not hurt me again?
I will hurt you once again this I guarantee but if you choose to love me, you must not hurt me.
If I accept your pain will you always be here?
I will hurt you regardless, whether I am far or near.
While you are away will you think of me?
This I may or may not, that is yet to see.
When you return from your journey will you bring me back a gift?
Once I am through with my treasures, through my pockets you may sift.
I have my Love just one more Question…What am I good for?
To This the GentleMan Replied “ To Learn to Respect yourself More.”

Copyright 2006 Monica Yocom

Anonymous Blogger

Anonymous Blogger,
This Poem is for you.

Anonymous Blogger,
Who are you?
Where did you come from?
How did you find me?

No, don't tell
I love mystery.

So we journey together as I
purge my soul, my anonymous blogger
playing a role.
Copyright 2006 Monica Yocom

My life on the Cutting Table

My life on the cutting table

I saw the lining,
My Once cautious dreams pressing, stretching, even tearing the seams of the pattern of fear and lies,
Was it all a disguise? Didn’t god hear my cries?

Was it substantial or merely sheer?
It seemed so sincere….
but it was just the confusion,
being pressed to the side…

…while my precious pride had chance to ride.

If I lay out the scraps, create a design..
Maybe things will turn out fine
The stitches will show but the pattern is new
Tattered and worn from all I’ve been through.
Copyright 2006 Monica Yocom

When the time is right

Love me when the time is right.
Will you be loving me tonight?
Are you in the mood for me?
I guess that I'll just wait and see.

Have you eaten enough, should I dim the light?
Did you take a Bath? Are your pants too tight?

Would you like to hear what I have to say?
Perhaps I should come back another day?

So many dreams

The night has so many stars... The day has but one.....Yet the light of the whole world dies with the setting of the sun.
The Mind has so many dreams…The heart has but one....Yet the hope of a whole life dies
when love is done.-

Copyright Monica Yocom. Written 1989

Open the cages

Open the cages before your eyes. Leave it to chance. Love a surprise. Travel to places exciting and new never leaving regrets for the things you didn’t do.
Copyright Monica yocom 2005

I am a gift

I am a child,  I am a gift.
You have the power to make my life wonderful.
Enjoy the magic of the world with me.
Believe in me and I will believe in myself.
Don't criticize me.  Inspire me.
Don't label me....motivate me.
 
Spend time with me and I will feel valuable.
Teach me and I will feel prepared.
 
Love me like you wish to be loved
and we will enjoy the rewards together.

Copyright Monica Yocom 1999

Writing on the Creative process

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Healing and Creativity

Through my years as an artist I have had many people say to me “Oh, I could never be that creative.” I have also learned in my art classes for children that many are very frustrated with trying to create and even at a very young age have learned beliefs that block the process of accepting creativity.

I have been fortunate to come from a family of artists, creators and inventors and have learned patterns of behavior and beliefs that encourage the process of creativity. In my desire to share these abilities with others I have analyzed my own creative processes and the processes of other artists. In analyzing these creative processes I have realized that channels that allow the spirit to enter our beings must be open in order to allow creativity to flow through us. These processes are not defined by what can be grasped or kept but are merely an allowance of Energy or spirit to flow through the body. Once opened however, these channels not only allow for the flow of creativity. Creativity is only a by-product of what is actually flowing through us which is spirit or truth. This spirit or truth can lead to great healing.


This flow through allows the body to absorb concepts or Ideas from their spiritual form and then to either expel them from the body or transform them into a new material form which may take shape as a painting ,sculpture
delicious meal etc. These works of creativity instill emotions in others and then once again the sprit is re-assimilated. This is the eternal process of exchange between the spirit and the material. This is not unlike many of the other of nature’s processes that take place all around us i.e; the water cycle, photosynthesis etc.

The process of creating and of healing both are processes of integrating the spirit and the material. The spirit is drawn into the body through acceptance or faith and transforms it into a form that our physical beings can assimilate.

Healing and Art both require Faith in a power that is limitless. Knowledge that we are merely messengers and translators of this truth will allow flow.

A belief that our being is simply material is the blockage that keeps us from being receptive to the constant signals or signs that are everywhere around us. These signs are all attempts of the spirit to access our being. It is lack of faith in this process itself that allows Illness to manifest in our bodies. Electricity will not flow through a material that is not conductive therefore we ourselves must not try to force but rather must allow healing and creativity to flow through us.

One might say that a condition is purely physical and that nothing spiritual can be done to cure an illness. This may be true in the sense that this ailment has been allowed to develop for an extended period of time due to the pattern of belief that has existed in a persons being. Once the belief has been eliminated only then can the healing begin and it might take some time for these new beliefs to have an effect upon the physical ailment.

In order to promote healing in others. Help them to recognize this principle.
Allow flow through of messages


Exercises that encourage the flow of creativity:

Brainstorming: The Dictionary defines this as the process of generating creative thoughts or ideas.

The process of brainstorming is an immediate acceptance of all ideas that come to mind without criticism or rejection.

The importance of this process in creativity is that criticism and rejection are major blockages in the flow of creativity through our beings. There will be plenty of time later for criticism once we have many ideas before us. It is much like carving a block of wood or drawing a sketch. It easy to whittle down something that is vast and impossible to build on something that has already been discarded. We can understand however that no idea can truly be discarded or stolen because the source of these ideas is limitless.


Breaking through limiting beliefs. Re-learning to see:

The process of observance is very important in the creative process. This may sound simple and you may think that you observe things every day. There is a great difference however between seeing things and observing them. Observing is not just merely seeing, it is a conscious registering of the object that we are seeing. At a young age we are constantly staring at and registering all that we see around us. Over time we have so many things to process that our observations of objects around us becomes limited.



Test for consciously registering what we see.
Think carefully about items that we observe daily.
What color is the doorknob to your house?
Which way does Lincoln’s head face on a penny?
When was the last time you observed a rainbow?
When was the last time you watched the sun set?

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